Artworks
Precious Okoyomon

Ejiro, My Brother’s Keeper

Precious Okoyomon

I’m Tired and I Want Nothing That I Don’t Already Have

Precious Okoyomon

The Surface as a Material Structure Neither Heaven or Solace in the Wind Only Quenched in Light Lulled Into Covering Until Everything Was the Same Soul Object Well Formed Singing Into the Flesh of the Irreducible Already Always Truth it is Nothing I am Here I am Still Here

Precious Okoyomon